So as I mentioned in my last post, I had a business trip to Salt Lake City in November for a homicide conference. I stayed at the Sheraton downtown, and even though the conference was your typical 9-5 business conference (speakers, powerpoints, smaller groups, etc.), the hours before & after the conference really made it a fun trip. I ventured through downtown each morning looking for a killer breakfast spot, and I sure as hell struck gold in that department. The coffee shop at the Little America hotel absolutely blew my doors off - in the words of my mother, it was "outstanding!" SLC has no shortage of great bars and restaurants and I managed to hit a couple great ones for dinner and drinks each night, namely Squatters Pub, The Green Pig, and Red Rock Brewing. My last day in town gave me an entire morning and afternoon of exploration, and with that came a few hours at my Graceland: the Land Cruiser Heritage museum. I also managed to hit the Cotopaxi flagship store and buy some Christmas presents for Brooke and Shea at Tiffany before heading to the airport and making my way back east.

In other news, I had another unsuccessful hunting season. There are more details in the hunting section, but at this point I'm willing to just mow one down with my Jeep and call it a day.

Mark, Bill, Byronn and myself will be planning our 2017 hike(s) in the coming weeks, and I'm looking forward to our annual guys fly fishing trip. Will we return to Punta Gorda? Will stay local and cast into Cape Cod Bay? Who knows. Either way, it's a blast. Speaking of fishing, I've been spewing for years that "this is the year" That I upgrade my reel. But should I? I managed those two decent stripers well enough on my cheap-o Redington.

Well, that's it for now - unless something else pops into my head while I sit here OD'ing on caffeine at Panera.

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I'm just a guy who loves to hike, fish, hunt, camp, and snowmobile, preferably with my wife Brooke and our three kids, Hunter, Max & Shea. I play the part of a lawyer during the week and try to get outside and get dirty on the weekends.